Poem Hunter
Poems
Moment
FK (28 August / St. Thomas University Hospital)

Moment

the cold wind is

damp on my face

i shiver but

delight in its touch

it blows the hair

off from my brow




dark'ning clouds

ramble on above

i cannot see

where i am going

i see only

the coming gall




the prickly rain

that pierced my skin

were cold-edged pins

puncturing my nerves

with a rude onslaught

that drove me home


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Comments (2)

articulate! and definitely reminds us that we should always look at the bright side of any aspect
A very good descripsion of bad weather made me feel i was there REGARD'S AJS